fuck.

funny how one word can have so many meanings...


i should've known from the get go that i was fucked. that this was trouble. bad news bears.

then lots of shit happened. the trouble became literal and i was inevitably fucked for allowing myself to get this involved.

it's to no surprise that i feel fucked over. used...again.

and now? well now i'm officially fucked...in every sense of the word. i'm left wondering how this happened? how did it get this far? and why?

if karma is a bitch, what did i do to deserve this? if this is a test, am i failing? because i certainly don't feel strong enough for this to pass. i've never been great at sewing and i'm literally coming apart at the seams and i fucking hate it.

fuck.